Ok, it's official. I've turned into my dad.
I never thought I'd reach the day when the following words came out of my mouth (or in this case off my keyboard) - 'They don't make programmes like they used to'
Mind your language is a
classic. Mr Brown was my hero (ok, so I'm exaggerating) and the French girl whose name escapes me was the cause of many a turbulent evening
It's such a shame my classes are all single nationality!